“Certainly we’ll take it over,” declared Dave readily.
When they passed into the office, the agent brought the telegram forth from a little box on the wall, and gazed at it.
“David Porter is the name,” he announced.
“Why, that is for me!” cried our hero quickly.
“You don’t say! Well, there you are. It’s paid for.”
Hastily the young civil engineer tore open the flimsy yellow envelope and gazed at the message inside. It read as follows:
“Do you or Roger know anything about Jessie and Laura? Answer immediately.
“David B. Porter.”
“What is it?” questioned the senator’s son eagerly; and without replying our hero showed him the message. Then the two youths stared at each other blankly.
“What in the world——” began Dave.